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Saturday, February 13, 2010

This is another of my tiresome roadways bus journey post which needs due mention. This time it was a different kinda journey which began in a haste and ended in a chase.

Leaving your loved ones behind is obviously a very sulking feeling and specially when they need you the most. But in order to fulfill their wishes, there may be times when you have to do things which you think are irrelevant but are necessary from a different point of view.

So the journey began in a haste and I forgot to take necessary things with me for the journey. What I remembered to take was a bottle of pickle and my undergarments. A free advice to people that never leave your house without taking lunch, dinner or breakfast because when you expect that you will get something to eat somewhere, the shops get closed or the food is stale or is it gets over. I made this mistake and didn't find anything at the bus stand. I took the ticket and got comfortably seated in a so called STAR LINE bus and the journey began on time.

After sometime I realized that I was just wearing a wind sheeter over my cotton shirt as chill crept in. Then I realised something else which was an icing over the cake. The window with my seat was cranky and was opening up all by itself again and again. By the time I realized these things, the bus had reached Jaipur and I couldn't even get a seat change.

The bus got loaded with Tibetans from Jaipur because winters get over in Rajasthan earlier than any other part. I couldn't understand their language but I was able to notice the smiles on their faces which was due to a good long winter in Rajasthan this year. The bus again started and I again felt the chill which I had made up mind to bear the whole night.

I was restless and was again and again shutting that fucking window which was playing games with me. I tried all styles to prevent the opening but I couldn't succeed. I was advised to get a blanket from someone (I know you will be happy) but I didn't ask for anything. Finally sleep won the battle between the stubborn window and me and I fall asleep.

That Tibetan lady gave me a Shawl and after a while I felt like I was sweating. It was hot like sun. I could sleep comfortably and there was no kit-kit at all for the rest of the journey.

I woke up at 4 in the morning and found the shawl over me. I thought I saw a dream but it was for real (Your prayers work darling). I could not recognize the face which gave me that blanket (I think you can understand the confusion). Then a lady got up and came to me asking for any other help. I thanked her with all my heart for which she just returned a serene smile. I could feel mother's love that time.

Love ain't bounded by boundaries. It comes over every barrier and every obstacle however huge it is. I thank God for creating mother and salute all the females for having such big hearts. My respect for them has grown to Himalayan extent now. Even though the Angel belonged to a different place and a different culture, the motherly feeling remains the same. I bow down to this feeling.

I don't think I will forget that Angel ever in my life. I read something about Tibet and found out the problems they are going through. I join the campaign with them. Supporting Tibet.

The series coming afterwards will be a series of events that took place in Delhi.
Delhi Belly will get a repeat.
My grand Salute to all Mothers.....